"I said what about Bex?" Zach just stared into space. The limo was completly out of sight with Mark probably still unconscious in the back of it. "Zach! Answer me!" He replied with silence.

I can't believe I left Bex alone. With someone we didn't even know! I'm so stupid.

"Zach, please say something."

"I guess I'm gonna have to bring you with me."

"With you where?"

"Just come on, don't ask questions." He stood up, but I stayed on the ground.

"How do I know I can trust you Zach." He held his hands out for me to take.

"You won't until I show you someone."

"Is it Bex?"

"No."

"Then how would-" He lifted his finger and put it to my lips.

"Gallagher girl, you sure talk a lot." I wanted him to kiss me, but he didn't. Instead, he took my hands and lifted me off the ground. He held my hand as we walked towards his motorcycle. And we stayed in silence as he drove us off to some unknown place.

I didn't care though. I needed to find Bex. Plus, if it proved that I could trust Zach, I'd do anything.

45 minutes and 23 seconds later, Zach stopped the motorcycle. It didn't make sense though, we were in the middle of a deserted dirt road that had over grown acres on each side. He got off the bike and just stared at me.

"Yes?"

"I think we need to have a talk."
"Now?"

"Well, do you see a better opportunity coming in the future?" I was quiet. He did have a good point there. I got off the bike and looked at him.

"So, where are we going to start?"

"How about with what you said in the bathroom at the club." I was afraid he was going to say that. "Oh, so now your quiet?" he smirked.

"Well now your real." I smiled. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the ground. I walked over and he patted the ground next to him. I took a seat.

"So, I have a feeling you have some anger towards me."

"I wouldn't call it anger really."

"What would you call it then."

"Frustration."

"And why do I frustrate you?"

"Because you don't answer my questions. You come out of no where, and you act like you like me one minute and the next it's like you don't even care about me." I know it's weird that I was actually telling him this stuff, but it was just the position I was in. I needed to know Bex was O.K., and if I was going to trust Zach, then I needed to have my questions answered.

"That's all?"

"O.K. that's not exactly what I wanted you to say after that."

"I know," he sighed, "just trying to beat around the bush."

"Hm, Zachary Goode am I making you nervous?" He flashed one of his million dollar smiles.

"Now, don't get cocky on me now." We laughed.

"You still haven't answered my questions yet."

"Well, you haven't actually asked me anything yet."

"O.K. then, how do you always know where I am?"

"Well, that's my job. I'm hired to know that."

"Is that the only reason you show interest in me?" For some reason he thought that was hilarious. "I'm not trying to be funny."

"No, actually my employer isn't to fond of me fratinizing with you, but you know me, I'm kind of a rule breaker." he smirked.

"So, who's your employer?"

"I'm actually taking you to see him."

"You said see instead of meet."

"Yes I did."

"So I know him?"

"Yeah."

"Is it Mr. Solomon?"

"No, and you might want to stop. You'll never be able to guess it."

"Fine, so next question."

"If you must." I stood up.

"You know you wanted to do this not me."

"Gallagher girl, have you ever heard of sarcasm? And can I please ask where you think your going? I drove you out here in the middle of no where."

"I could have found my way back."

"Did you forget your in another country?"

"Hey, I passed COW with an A"

"Would you like a gold star?" I rolled my eyes.

"So, my question." I said. He stood up too.

"Go for it."

"Why do you give me the cold shoulder half the time?"

"I think I just answered that. My employer remember?"

"Right. Now I have one final question."

"Anything."

"You sure you up for it?" He lifted his hand and pointed to his face.

"Spy, I'm ready for anything."

"Why didn't you kiss me? And I know you did before you left for Blackthorne. But, after that, like when we were in the train together? Or behind the bleachers?" He looked genuinely taken aback.

"Well, I really don't have ananswer for that one." We stood in silence for 3 minutes and 52 seconds just staring at each other. He walked forward, and third times a charm, because I didn't stop him. When he lifted his hands to my face, no one interuppted us; and when he kissed me, no one shook me a wake. When we pulled away, he looked at me and smiled.

"So, I think it's time we get going."

"O.K." I agreed. We got back on his motorcycle. I leaned on his back and wrapped my arms around him.

"All set?"

"Yeah, I'm perfect."